It's been a long time since I posted any of my writing on this blog.
The original plan was that every Friday I would post short stories, poems and
extracts from my novel attempts.
However, life just got in the way, and my confidence took a nose dive but if I plan to take Creative Writing at Uni next semester, I'd better get used to criticism!
I warn you though, I am not brilliant at this so if
you have a weak stomach for crappy writing, move along now!
I am also rubbish at grammar and quite frankly don't
care either!
I write as I think regardless of the sense it makes.
Plus I love exclamation marks, a lot!
I write as I think regardless of the sense it makes.
Plus I love exclamation marks, a lot!
Today I'm posting a rewritten version of a poem I posted here back in March 2013.
I was inspired by articles and eyewitness accounts of life during the Great Dust Storm of 1935 in Texas.
BLACKNESS
blackness
dropping on you with a roar
as if you have no right
to be alive
suffocating blackness
cloying foulness
enveloping all things
darkness bellowing out
ripping at your senses
all you can taste see feel smell hear
is dust
nothing but dust
filling your nose
your lungs
blinding you
choking you
blistering your skin
leaving you alone
leaving you alone
all alone
yet still surrounded by others
somewhere maybe
a touch a hand takes yours
takes you away
darkness lightens
the thundering whimpers away
for now
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